We help people when big things happen to them, when you see them getting hit by a car, when a brother or a sister or a father or a mother dies, we’re there for them because we can see that death kills more than the person it takes. And yet, the people around us who die a little all the time, moment by moment, who require the least help, the smallest sacrifice, are the ones we ignore completely.
They may be halfway across the world. They may be right next door. You may already know them, you may not. Maybe they have blue eyes, or maybe brown. They might play an instrument, or maybe a sport. You cant know for sure. But, they are out there. And, they are waiting. Waiting to meet you. And you know what? At this exact moment, they could be thinking of who you are, and what youre like.
Dont give up. Ever. They are out there. I swear.
Best of luck.
Some people pass through your life and you never think about them again. Some you think about and wonder what ever happened to them. Some you wonder if they ever wonder what happened to you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.